Page 45 of Trustfall

Luke slowly turns his head to look at me, his anger with Travis melting into a mixture of frustration and lust. His grip on my thigh tightens to the point that I let out a quiet gasp. He turns back to his friends, his face calmer now. Almost eerily so. “We’re keeping it casual,” he explains, looking between them. Then, he directs his gaze to Travis. “But if you call her babe one more time, your season will be over before it starts. Understand?”

Travis nods sheepishly, and I can’t help but laugh at seeing a six-foot-four, two-hundred-pound hockey player hang his head like a scolded child.

My laughter halts when I feel a hot breath against my ear. “I wouldn’t be laughing if I were you,” Luke whispers.

“C’mon, T. Stop moping. He won’t be mad at you all night. Let’s go grab the next round.” Ace hauls a pouting Travis up and slaps his back.

As soon as they’re gone, Luke releases my thigh. But then his hand starts to travel higher and higher until it’s completely under my dress. He cups me over my underwear, and I instinctively grind down.

Then his mouth is back at my ear. “Not my girl, huh? Seems like your pussy didn’t get that memo.” He pushes his palm down, applying more pressure. “It’s fucking desperate for me.”

I clench my thighs at his words.

“If you don’t want this, you know what to say,” he continues. “Otherwise, spread your legs for me,babe.” He says the last word with so much venom my skin breaks out in goosebumps. I know I shouldn’t let him do whatever he’s about to do. I should say Red. It’s at the tip of my tongue. I’m well aware we are in public, he’s angry with me, and his friends will be back any minute, but I can’t find it in me to care right now. I want—no—Ineedhis fingers inside me. I turn to look him right in the eye, then arch up so my mouth is right at his ear.

“Green,” I whisper.

His lips turn up into a serpentine grin as he pushes my panties to the side and slides a finger in. My breath hitches, and I almost let out a moan, but I swallow it down.

“Shhh. They’ll be back soon. I don’t give a fuck if they know what we’re doing, but they don’t get to hear the sounds you make. Those are only mine. Got it?”

I nod my head as he pushes another finger in and begins to thrust. I grind my clit down on his palm, chasing the friction, and bite my lip to keep from making noise. Travis and Ace return with a tray of shots and place it on the table. Travis looks humbled, while Ace looks like a frazzled parent who has just had to deal with his toddler’s meltdown for the past ten minutes.

“Sorry, man,” Travis says, his tone apologetic. “I was just messing with you.”

Luke narrows his eyes. “Don’t let it happen again.”

That out of the way, they start talking about their plans for the summer and all the chaos Luke has missed out on at the bar. I look over at Luke. This man is casually engaging in small talk while finger-fucking me under the table. I, on the other hand, have barely spoken a word. I’m too focused on staying quiet as Luke ruthlessly shoves his fingers in and out of me. I can only imagine what I look like to the guys as I attempt to keep my expression neutral. Meanwhile, Luke’s face gives nothing away. He’s laughing, smiling, and joking with them like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

All while he’s knuckle-deep inside me.

He shoves a third finger in, and I can’t keep my composure any longer. I whimper, and Travis and Ace shift their eyes to me.

“You okay?” Travis asks, but after all his talk earlier, he doesn’t seem to know what is going on.

“Yeah, I have a charley horse in my foot,” I groan.

Luke hooks his finger, rubbing up against my G-spot, and I clear my throat dramatically to cover up the moan I can’t contain. A look of realization comes over Ace’s face, and he nudges Travis and starts talking to him about hockey, distracting him from my predicament. I send out a silent prayer of thanks to him as Luke continues working me mercilessly under the table.

I realize at this moment that he’s not going to let up. He’s not teasing me or giving me a taste before we get home. He is hell-bent on making me come.

At this table.

In front of his friends.

In the middle of a crowded bar.

Travis and Ace are in some heated debate over hockey statistics and Luke takes their distraction as an opportunity to lean into my ear again and speak slowly. “You’re gonna come for me, Emory. Do you understand? We’re not leaving this table until you do.”

I almost do it, then and there, just from his words alone, but I need a little more to get me over the edge. Travis seems bored with his conversation and looks over to our side of the table. “Hey, you didn’t take your shot, ba—I mean, Emory.”

“Oh, y-yeah. Yes.” I pant. Travis blinks in confusion. I lift the glass up to my mouth shakily and pour the liquid down my throat. Somehow, the combination of ice-cold tequila and the way it makes my already buzzed brain hum with the added chemicals tips me over the edge. Right as I’m lifting the glass back from my lips, Luke takes his thumb to my clit, rubbing fast circles while hooking his fingers inside me again. “Fuck, Luke,” I nearly scream as my orgasm crashes into me. I slam the shot glass onto the table so hard I’m shocked it doesn’t shatter. Travis finally grasps the situation, and an amused smirk appears across his mouth. Ace looks like he just wants to go home. I don’t even attempt to offer an explanation as Luke takes their momentary distraction as an opportunity to smugly lift his fingers to his mouth and suck them clean.

Needless to say, the car ride home is both silent and mortifying. Luke only had the one shot earlier, so he’s driving. I’m in the passenger seat while two large, muscular hockey players are crammed in the back. My only saving grace is that my buzz progressed to slight drunkenness after that last shot. It’s not enough to completely erase the fact that I just had a screaming orgasm in front of two strangers, but it helps a little.

When we pull into the driveway, Luke tells Ace he can take his bed, so he doesn’t have to sleep with Travis or on the couch. He looks appreciative as he gives Luke a fist bump and steers Travis toward Luke’s front door. “Have a good night, Lukeeeeee,” Travis singsongs as he waggles his eyebrows and stumbles up the stairs. Ace pushes him through the door and waves at us before slamming it shut.

“Where do you think you’re sleeping?” I ask, my hands firmly planted on my hips.

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